[06-01] [A missile inserted into mother's lower body]

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My name is Zhao Dalong, and I'm a boy from Dalian. I've lived in Dalian for 20 years. My father's name is Zhao Wenli, he's 48 years old, and he's a low-level cadre in a government department. My mother's name is Tang Ying, she's 46 years old, and she's a primary
school teacher. I also have an older sister named Zhao Wenwen, who is two years older than me. I've always been a good student, consistently ranking first in my school every year, perhaps because my mother is a teacher. I matured very early. Ever since I secretly watched a pornographic videotape my father brought home in fifth grade (there were no VCDs back then), I can't understand my feelings as a child. Looking back now, that videotape seems so ordinary—just two foreigners having sex—but I couldn't control myself. I masturbated, collected pornographic novels and pictures, and even secretly watched my parents having sex. I remember many martial arts stories at the time contained erotic descriptions. For example, the first erotic novel I read was "The Little Witch" by Liu Canyang. I don't know if it was actually written by Liu Canyang, but the long passages of erotic descriptions were very exciting. I've read many novels translated from Japanese, and many of these translated stories revolve around mothers and children. I've never had a good impression of the Japanese, but their stories are indeed quite good, whether true or fictional. The bold descriptions of mothers, the incredibly stimulating scenes of having sex with one's mother, and the vivid writing are all captivating. I fantasized about having sex with my mother, but I didn't, because in China that would be absolutely outrageous, and even in my fantasies, it's immoral. I couldn't control myself, so I wrote down my fantasies. Sometimes I wrote about having sex with my neighbor, then it became about my neighbor having sex with her son. Later, my thinking broadened, and I not only wrote about my neighbor's family committing incest, but also about my neighbor having sex with her dog (this idea came from a story in "The Cases of Judge Bao"). Finally, I wrote about having sex with my mother, and even swapping mothers with classmates. My studies plummeted. By sixth grade, my grades were terrible. My mother disciplined me strictly, but it was no use. I even thought pornography was like opium, completely impossible to quit. It wasn't until my mother saw my novel that things changed. It happened while I was at school. She secretly opened my drawer and found my diary. She had initially thought I was having a relationship, but then she discovered what I had written. Especially the stories about incest with my mother and swapping mothers with a classmate. My mother was furious. She burned everything I had written and gave me a severe beating. But she couldn't subdue me anymore. I was already 14 years old. I didn't cry or beg for mercy. After the beating, my mother disciplined me strictly, studying with me every day and patiently educating me, saying I was still young and shouldn't go astray, that the family was waiting for me to succeed. I could only vaguely agree. To my surprise, my mother didn't tell my father about it.
Later, my father went to work in Jilin. It was a promotion, and he was only going to stay for a little over a year, which was exactly the year I started junior high school. I was still the same as before, still not doing well in school, always hovering at the bottom of the class. My older sister was a very good student, always in the top three in her junior high class, so it was normal for her to get into a key high school. My sister also talked to me about studying, but I just couldn't forget my story, my very bad fantasies. Sometimes I would secretly hide under the covers at midnight, write down my fantasies with a flashlight, or read novels I borrowed from my classmates. Actually, I didn't care much about the pictures. When I was at home, I could see my mother's body. Because my mother didn't take good care of herself, she had some extra fat around her waist, but her breasts and buttocks were very large, especially her breasts, which were very shapely, not only large but also firm. Even with my sister and me sucking on them, they were still more beautiful than many women. Later, my mother had no choice. I was incorrigible, and as a teacher, it was truly shameful for her son to be a poor student. So, she promised to let me watch videos if I got first place. We had several pornographic tapes at home, which my mother had hidden after discovering my past. I never knew where she hid them.
From then on, I studied hard. I'm not stupid, just a little careless. With my sister tutoring me, my grades steadily improved. At the end of the semester, I actually got first place in the whole school! This became the talk of the school because it was almost impossible; no student had ever improved their grades so much. I made my mother proud. I asked her to keep her promise, but she refused. After my repeated requests, she finally showed me the tapes three times. She would lock me in the house alone, then go out and come back half an hour later.
The third time I watched the video, I heard my mother open the door. I didn't hide my erect penis outside, nor did I stop masturbating. I'd read many novels with similar scenes where the mother sees her son's penis and becomes unable to resist; I hoped the story could continue in real life.
My mother came in, startled. She clearly hadn't expected me to masturbate, or that I already had such a large penis. She turned off the video recorder, blushed, and gently tapped my head, saying, "Bad son! You need to study hard!"
Looking at her flushed face, I felt she suddenly became incredibly alluring. I don't know what came over me; perhaps it was youthful impulsiveness. I suddenly hugged my mother and kissed her face.
She was clearly stunned by my actions and pushed me away forcefully. I hugged her again.
"Mom, I want you!"
"What did you say! I'm your mother!"
That was the end of that situation. From then on, my mother tried to avoid being alone with me. I knew what she was afraid of, but my heart seemed to be under some kind of spell; I just couldn't concentrate on my studies anymore. My grades kept declining, eventually dropping to below 100th in the school. With those grades, I couldn't even get into a regular high school. My mother disciplined me repeatedly, but I didn't know what was wrong with me. When my mother told me to study hard, I made it a condition that I have sex with her. My mother disagreed, of course she disagreed. She's very traditional, and she's a teacher. I don't know if all teachers are willing to "pretend" (I later discovered this when I had sex with my teacher, Yue Qin). My mother just kept lecturing me, never wanting to have sex with me.
I don't know if it was right for me to pressure my mother like that. Actually, I didn't do it on purpose; my grades just kept dropping. Until I was below 200th in the school, from first to below 200th, which the teachers couldn't understand. The teachers gave up on me because with those grades, I couldn't get into high school, even a regular one.
My mother started disciplining me. Since I was in my final year of junior high, she talked to me repeatedly, hoping I would study hard. But every time she brought it up, I threatened to have sex with her. The first time I told her this, she slapped me hard, but I didn't flinch.
I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I didn't know why I couldn't concentrate on my studies and kept staring at my mother in the summer.
In the summer, my mother liked to wear white t-shirts. I never imagined her breasts were so alluring. If they were just big, that would be one thing, but for a woman in her forties, her breasts were still remarkably firm. Although she had a lot of extra weight around her waist, her breasts hadn't deformed at all.
Because my older sister was already in her second year of a top-tier high school, the teachers compared me to her, Zhao Wenwen. Most of the time, they were surprised that my sister was so good and my brother so bad.
Another half-semester passed, and my grades continued to decline.
My mother finally couldn't take it anymore. For me to get into a top-tier high school, on the night the grades were released in the first semester of my final year, she held my "appalling" report card and had a long talk with me.
Once again, she pleaded earnestly, and once again I cried. That night, I cried too.
I told my mother that I wanted to study hard, but I just didn't know why; I was just thinking about her.
My mother seemed to be trying very hard, her voice very soft: "As long as you get into a top high school, Mom will do whatever you want!"
I could hardly believe my ears. I stared blankly at my mother.
She had already turned her head away, no longer looking at me.
I whispered, "Mom, is what you said true?"
My mother nodded. "Study hard!"
she said, and then went back to her room.
My heart felt like it was under a spell; I had a strong conviction. With my grades, getting into high school was impossible, absolutely impossible.
I worked incredibly hard, studying only four hours a day to catch up on all the lessons I had missed. During holidays, my sister would also come home to tutor me in English and math. I wondered if she knew about my "agreement" with my mother. If she did, would she still have tried so hard to help me?
I created a "miracle" at our middle school. I ranked eighth in the entire school and got into **High School in Dalian, a top-tier high school. When the results came out, the whole school was in an uproar. My homeroom teacher was beaming with joy and was the first to call my mother.
I spent the entire holiday in glory, showered with praise and honors, and my heart swelled with pride.
It was a Monday before I was to start high school. Dad, knowing I was going, called to say he'd be home the day after tomorrow. My heart leaped into my throat. My promise to Mom hadn't been kept, and also because I was happy, I hadn't asked Mom to have sex with me. But if Dad came back, there wouldn't be time for Mom.
My older sister was taking extra classes for her college entrance exams and had gone back to school early, leaving just Mom and me at home. I regretted not bringing up our "promise" sooner.
That night, I secretly left a note on Mom's bed that read, "Mom, you can't go back on your word!"
I think Mom knew what I meant, but she still went out to play mahjong all day, returning very late after I was already asleep.
Time was running out. In the morning, I wrote another note: "Mom, I respect you, but you can't go back on your word!"
I don't know why, but Mom accepted it. I think she did. That night, Mom didn't go out to play mahjong; instead, she went to her room early.
I lay on my bed, quietly waiting for something.
My heart was pounding. I didn't know why. Although I had longed to make love with my mother for a long time, the thought of it actually happening filled me with unbearable nervousness. After all, the person I was going to make love with was my mother, the woman who gave me life. In Chinese society, this was absolutely forbidden.
I was terrified. What if my mother really disagreed? What if she wouldn't let me have sex with her? What if she resisted?
I worried about so many things. I even worried that after we made love, my mother would never speak to me again, or that she might do something rash.
By eleven o'clock at night, I couldn't hold back any longer. I think my inner demons had completely taken control of me. I quietly made my way to my mother's room.
Standing by her bed, in the dim moonlight, I could see that she was only wearing a bra and panties. A white bra and white panties.
I climbed onto her bed. I didn't know what to do. Although I had watched many movies and read many novels about sex, I had never done it before, and the woman in front of me was my mother.
I thought Mom was asleep. I hoped she was asleep; it would be nice to make love to her in my dreams.
I reached for her bra, and my hand trembled.
Suddenly, Mom opened her eyes wide and looked at me.
My heart pounded with anxiety. I didn't know what to do. I thought she had changed her mind. I knew that if she did, I would have to retreat to my room.
Although many novels depict the rape of mothers, I couldn't. I've always opposed rape. I've always believed that sex should be a pleasurable experience for both parties; how could it cause harm?
I love my mother, I deeply love her, and I cannot hurt her.
But then Mom closed her eyes again and said to me, "Dalong, you must remember, Mom is asleep, and you are asleep too. We are sleepwalking!"
I never expected Mom to say something like that. My heart pounded like a rabbit's, a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
I took off all my clothes—actually, just a large pair of underwear—and gently unhooked my mother's bra and took off her underwear. My hands trembled as I did so; I never imagined I would do this.
But I did it anyway. I tried to turn on the light, but my mother stopped me.
In the dim light, I gazed at my mother, who was naked.
I had secretly watched my mother when she was showering, but the feeling was completely different. My mother wasn't conventionally beautiful; she was a woman in her forties, had given birth, and even though she maintained herself well, her figure and appearance were definitely not those of an 18-year-old.
There are many pictures or movies of mature women online these days, but I can't see anything special about them, really, except for obesity. Actually, mature women aren't necessarily exaggeratedly obese. I've said it many times: the difference between a mature woman and a young girl lies in her life experience, her maturity. And this maturity isn't just about big breasts and a big butt. With today's technology, many young women also have considerable breasts and buttocks.
My mother is 160 cm tall, weighs 55 kg, has large breasts and a large butt, and some extra fat around her waist. But I still love my mother.
Although my mother sometimes appears naked in front of me, and I can see her so closely, she changes clothes in front of me, so I don't have a strong desire for her beautiful breasts. It's her genitals that I'm most interested in, because I rarely see them, and this is the first time I've seen a real woman's genitals so closely.
I pressed my head close to her genitals; they were quite full, perhaps because she gave birth to me. Her pubic hair was thick and black, which stirred my imagination.
Some people compare a woman's pubic hair to a black forest; I don't know if that's accurate. Perhaps women's pubic hair isn't as thick as men's, but what would it feel like to encounter a woman with thick pubic hair?
Some people also like "white tigers"—women without a single pubic hair. I didn't know what kind of woman that was (later, after meeting Bai Yuhou's mother, I learned that white tigers have their advantages, especially during oral sex, but that's a story for later). The women I've seen all have their pubic hair styled, perhaps for performance; after all, I only see pictures and movies.
But my mother was different; she was "purely natural," completely unadorned. A thick fluid gushed from her vulva, all the way down to her protruding lower abdomen.
I'd watched many movies, and I don't know what came over me; it was like an uncontrollable urge. I suddenly lowered my head and pressed my lips to my mother's vulva.
My mother clearly hadn't expected me to do this. She tried to move my head away, but she couldn't. My head was buried in her vulva, my hands holding her plump thighs, my tongue already licking her fleshy labia. Soon, some white fluid appeared from her vulva, salty, with a strange, indescribable taste. I sucked and licked it vigorously.
My mother let out a moan. I never expected my mother to moan like that; it was such a soul-stirring sound, a mixture of pain and pleasure, a breath, and a voice. I looked up, wanting to see my mother's expression, but she forcefully pressed my head back down to her vulva.
This made it almost impossible for me to breathe. I could only continue licking my mother's labia with all my might, so hard that I felt the flesh beneath my tongue tear.
With each lick, my mother's trembling intensified, and her sounds grew increasingly indistinct. I couldn't understand what she was saying.
I lifted my head slightly, allowing me to see my mother's genitals. Her vulva was visibly aroused; her labia minora were protruding, glistening with a lot of vaginal fluid, or perhaps my saliva. I parted my mother's thick pubic hair, opened her thick labia, and forcefully thrust my tongue into her vagina. It was a very hot opening, the salty taste mingling with the warm breath; I could barely breathe.
Perhaps this action made my mother even more aroused. Especially when I put my tongue into my mother's vagina, she made a sound somewhere between "ah" and "yo." I didn't know if she was at the peak of her excitement, because in movies, no woman makes that sound. Western "she-wolves" always yell "fuck me! fuck me!" while Japanese women's cries are very pitiful (I can't write down what she said because my Japanese isn't very good), like they've been raped, completely devoid of sexual pleasure. I don't like that kind of thing. Like I've always said, I like sex where both partners are happy; that's the best kind of sex. Maybe Japanese people have sadistic tendencies; the more pitiful a woman's cries, the stronger their pleasure. But I don't like that kind of sex, and I oppose sadism!
I suddenly thought of the scene in the video. I turned around, facing my genitals towards my mother's face, and with one hand, I held my already engorged penis towards her mouth. My mother was in ecstasy and had no idea what I was doing. She opened her mouth and put my penis in her mouth. She only realized it was my penis when it was put in her mouth. My mother wanted to spit it out, but I didn't give her the chance. With my body on top of hers, I thrust downwards, and my penis plunged deep into her mouth.

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